Post by GenepeOrgel on Jan 14, 2013 6:41:23 GMT -5
In case you didn't know, the world you have known and loved/hated has died. That means you're dead too, along with the world you once knew and loved/hated. Now that you're dead, let's talk about me.
My tale isn't exactly virtuous; I've emptied the pockets of a passerby more times than I've said 'For the glory of Team Rocket!' in my life; I've... guided trainers to say farewell to their beloved Pokemons before they knew what was happening; I've stolen cookies that were meant for Tara and framed the cook. Well, maybe talking about me is pointless too, now that the world is dead.
How about this; dear Reader, you are the Reader and I am the Writer. It's a simple concept, really; I've, mm, been in a certain position of power in the past which surprisingly still stands true, but not a power enough to recreate this... world of ours. So after hours and years of floating around the timeless limbo here, I decided it was time I voiced myboredom proposition to you, Reader.
Even if you don't understand anything, it's no big deal; I wouldn't be surprised if you were missing a few strands of logic from the aftermath of being dead. Dear Reader, what you should focus on is not making sense of what I am saying but what you should do from now on. I know that I may be a few kazillion steps late and perhaps there are decisions made and applied in a far, yet close universe residing next to ours, but so far there have been no signs of any recreation of our world, so yeah.
Rather than what cannot be done, I propose you, dear Reader, to do what can be done. What can you do to take a step away from being dead, and be... a Writer again, be alive again?
Ease yourself in this limbo, make yourself comfortable while you think.
It's not like I'm interested in it or anything but since I cannot escape either, I'll stay here until you make up your mind.
Giving it all up and going back to being dead; bring about others and attempt to revive the world; play along with me and stay as a Reader... Dear Reader, what have you come up with, what have you decided?
Under this non-existent pressure, what is the path you will decide to take?
Excited, I am not; however I am intrigued to observe.
So let it be and I shall stay here, unmoving and unspeaking once you decide.
Such amusement crosses my mind, picturingthe WTF fais ppl would have reading this maybe the outcome of our forsaken world~
My tale isn't exactly virtuous; I've emptied the pockets of a passerby more times than I've said 'For the glory of Team Rocket!' in my life; I've... guided trainers to say farewell to their beloved Pokemons before they knew what was happening; I've stolen cookies that were meant for Tara and framed the cook. Well, maybe talking about me is pointless too, now that the world is dead.
How about this; dear Reader, you are the Reader and I am the Writer. It's a simple concept, really; I've, mm, been in a certain position of power in the past which surprisingly still stands true, but not a power enough to recreate this... world of ours. So after hours and years of floating around the timeless limbo here, I decided it was time I voiced my
Even if you don't understand anything, it's no big deal; I wouldn't be surprised if you were missing a few strands of logic from the aftermath of being dead. Dear Reader, what you should focus on is not making sense of what I am saying but what you should do from now on. I know that I may be a few kazillion steps late and perhaps there are decisions made and applied in a far, yet close universe residing next to ours, but so far there have been no signs of any recreation of our world, so yeah.
Rather than what cannot be done, I propose you, dear Reader, to do what can be done. What can you do to take a step away from being dead, and be... a Writer again, be alive again?
Ease yourself in this limbo, make yourself comfortable while you think.
It's not like I'm interested in it or anything but since I cannot escape either, I'll stay here until you make up your mind.
Giving it all up and going back to being dead; bring about others and attempt to revive the world; play along with me and stay as a Reader... Dear Reader, what have you come up with, what have you decided?
Under this non-existent pressure, what is the path you will decide to take?
Excited, I am not; however I am intrigued to observe.
So let it be and I shall stay here, unmoving and unspeaking once you decide.
Such amusement crosses my mind, picturing
